Marshall Gass

Hibiscus - Poem by Marshall Gass

Even if the season of lust blankets loneliness in a tight wrapsmothering those fragile emotions in the winter monthsof a lifetime of cyclical wants and needswaiting for the summer to send its life giving mantrasdeep into the sexual soil of waiting, the hibiscus waits ready to grasp the first finger of sun drenchingwarmth to burst out into beautyabove ground and spread its dense green leaveswith crimson flower and trumpet shapeinto the minds eye of acceptance.

Soon the valley changes hue as altogetherthe trees spring to life shedding their softnessinto every nook and corner, crabbing into cranniesand leaping wings of delight into welcome air.

The hibiscus will soon take ownershipof the entire valley bringing to the forefront our own wanderlust.

Comments about Hibiscus by Marshall Gass

I am an avid follower of the hibiscus flower that blooms in the triopical isle...trying to remember if I wrote about one myself...(pfftt cant remember) but this one caught my attention and once I read the whole poem I was captivated by what you wrote, very intoxicating to read I must say...thanks for sharing.(Report)Reply